A rose by any other name….

I’ve received a lot of very nice email about my Remembrance Day blog entry, and have even heard a rumour that it was extensively quoted in a sermon at an Ottawa church last Sunday. It would be even more exciting if I’d have earned a mention for my naughty behaviour, but no matter, I am honoured and grateful.

On that note, I was trolling the web today and came across some intriguing material about roses. Without being aware of it, my choice of a red and a white rose to mark the occasion was strangely appropriate; could I have tapped into some kind of floral symbolism from the collective unconscious?

The red rose whispers of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;

O, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.
~John Boyle O’Reilly

Roses, roses, can’t get enough of those bloody roses. …There is no better allegory for, dare I say it, life, than roses."
~Robert Hunter, lyricist for the Grateful Dead


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